Clock at the edge of a wood.
The wild flowers which I sowed in broad strips at the ends of vegetable beds to attract bees and butterflies are beginning to bloom. But what is wild? Groundsel, scarlet pimpernel and chickweed are for my purpose unwelcome.
A woman with grey hair and dark grey raincoat is visiting a neighbour. She is carrying a weekend bag. She stops by the house with the tall holly tree at the edge of The Grove. She says to the owner, "Thank you for housing the sparrows in your holly tree. We have none left in London."